Cross My Heart (Alex Cross, Book 21) by James Patterson

James Patterson increases the stakes to their optimum point, ever-when Alex go turns into the obsession of a genius of risk set on proving that he is the best brain within the background of crime.

Detective Alex move is a kinfolk guy at heart--nothing concerns extra to him than his kids, his grandmother, and his spouse Bree. His love of his family members is his anchor, and offers him the energy to confront evil in his paintings. One guy is familiar with this deeply, and makes use of Alex's power as a weapon opposed to him within the such a lot unsettling and unforeseen novel of James Patterson's career.

When those move loves are at risk, he'll do whatever to guard them. If he does whatever to guard them, they'll die.

CROSS MY center is the main robust Alex go novel ever, propelled by way of the ever-ingenious brain of James Patterson, the world's no 1 bestselling author.

From David Baldacci--#1 bestselling writer and one of many world's hottest, generally learn storytellers--comes the main exciting novel of the yr. THE HIT Will Robie is a grasp of killing. A hugely expert murderer, Robie is the fellow the U. S. executive calls directly to get rid of the worst of the worst-enemies of the country, monsters dedicated to harming untold numbers of blameless sufferers.

While the offended white mob poured out of the bar on San Francisco's Geary road and surrounded an blameless black guy, Kevin Shea was once the single person who attempted to forestall them. He failed, and now, due to a misleading information picture taken in the course of the melee, he's sought after for the homicide himself-and the genuine culprits have threatened his existence if he says a notice.

A race-against-time conspiracy mystery with a perilous twist from the bestselling writer of the 1st Apostle.

Bohemia, 1741: at the northern banks of the Vltava River, a rare occasion is happening. inside of a personal chapel, a high-born Hungarian girl is being laid to relaxation. yet now not ahead of her middle is faraway from her physique, and she or he is buried underneath a layer of heavy stones—lest she upward thrust back to prey upon her victims.

Venice, 2010: Holidaying within the world's most pretty urban, Chris Bronson and Angela Lewis find a desecrated tomb. within it's a woman skeleton and an arcane diary relationship again hundreds of thousands of years. Written in Latin, it references a scroll that might supply a solution to an historic mystery. quickly corpses of younger girls, all killed within the comparable ritualistic demeanour, begin showing during the urban. And whilst Angela disappears, Bronson understands that he needs to locate her ahead of she too is slaughtered.

But Bronson's hunt for Angela leads him again to the Island of the lifeless, and right into a conspiracy extra lethal than he may perhaps ever have imagined.

The scent of nachos teased me. My fingers itched to pick up a ball, to send it flying down the lane. I loved bowling. I just hadn’t done it in weeks…because of him. Of Aaron. This was where we had our first date. Where we were supposed to be having a date. Right now. A sharp pang stabbed my heart and each thud was like a hammer against my chest. How had things gotten so messed up? Before we started dating—and even during—I used to think of him as Heart Stopper; I’d see his smile and my heart would give one solid thump and then poof, stop.

Are you getting a divorce? Are we becoming a statistic? ” My father let out a startled laugh, erasing the seriousness from his face for at least two full seconds. ” He quickly waved his hands. ” I let out a deep breath and sat back down, eyeing them warily. I wasn’t ready to relax just yet. The ‘nothing like that’ left a lot of ground uncovered. For instance, they could tell me I had been adopted or something. ” I asked. I shouldn’t have. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it’d been a mistake.

And then I burst into hysterics, laughing and crying at the same time. It was a silver necklace with a pendent. The pendent was…I couldn’t fathom the words. It was a small silver heart. Shooting through the heart was a single arrow, the tip made of a black stone. Onyx. My heart leaped and I wasn’t sure my ribs could contain it long. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed, the word bubbling out of nowhere. ” It was beautiful and ironic. And I didn’t deserve it. ” The words, spoken so softly, hit me like a lead fist and went straight through my chest to my heart.